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Truly this is the endeavor of futile vanity. Taking time to write any of this. Totally self absorbed. Yet a journey should be documented. Why else take the trip? I have dropped from the Matrix. Fought my way out. Clawed till my fingernails gave way to scraps of finger flesh that are quickly…

in homage to all those who struggle to keep the mood steady. peace to you, friend. I can feel it coming the cycle full circle Too tired for running through the Dark again My body too beat, my soul too bruised My mind’s been raped, my love’s gone unused I am stuck in wonder…

a song I wrote after being diagnosed with Bi-Polar Type II. Hang in their friends. The rain won’t stop The river keeps rising Soon all I know Will be washed away Gonna let it all go Come, flood my mind If you’re going to take it from here Please take it so kind I…

Loyalty wanes in the shadow of compromise When the sun begins to set and the day is tired. Where peace seems far off and every thing else Is immediately in your face. Visions of ‘Gauguin’s Escape’ tease at my own lust. Art is such an over abused excuse for selfishness. “Don’t you understand?” We cry!…

On a translucent highway the immigrant sings a song Though slightly off key, An opus none-the-less. A song ancient to his heart, An old folk song of yesteryear, Years he leaves behind yet still recalls. Not for fond remembrance, But for the melody within which propels him onward to that which is beyond himself. Beyond…

As I sit on my front porch, the end of the evening, with the weather warm for the first part of autumn, I’m still thinking of a movie I watched tonight starring Elijah Wood. A talented young actor with life in his eyes that is evident beyond the craft of his gift. It is light….

I need not hear tale, for I witnessed with my own eyes. Days of when we would stop. We would pullover to the side of the road. Out of respect, for the dead, when funeral processions would pass by. We would slow down, when passing through school crossing zones. We would give heed, to ambulance…

As a nation we are losing the beauty of our diversity. We have swung to extremes. This swinging rope has constrained and tightened around our hearts so much so, that I’m afraid this nation has turned into a reality television program. The last one standing wins Darwin’s Survivor. The winner will receive their own personal…

After all of my writing from the last 10 years, save a few pieces here and there, is now confirmed as lost, what have I learned? A few practical things: I have a good friend who calls me a tree hugging folkie. I wouldn’t qualify that as a complete or total description of the man…